Best Figured Poems


Full Figured Woman

I am a full figured woman
inside and out
Embracing my shape
as each curve tells her own story

My head you no longer enter
my heart you can not break
now you mad I no longer give,
SO...."ha ha" now you can no longer take

I am a full figured woman
inside and out
my arms and my mind wrap around new found joy,
yes this I receive from a real man, not a little boy.

And you thought I could never love again, "ha ha ha" 
you silly, silly child

Your words no longer hold my attention
I fully understand how I can grow freely
not needing you, not one more minute
"Humph" you couldn't deliver anyway

I am a full figured woman
inside and out
no longer stuck in your ruts of disrespect.
 I see me more clearly
blessed for a higher potential

Go on now, move out the way. 
You blockin my light.
Yea I see you squintin your eyes, unable to stand my shine
in your eyes sight

Who did you think you were anyway?
I shook you off my pole, throw that fish back
after all this time you takin and I'm givin 
I'm the one whose skinny and your the one whose fat?
"Naw brah" I ain't havin that

Thick,  I am meant to be
curves full for all to see
I am a full figured woman
I am free to be me

SO...from my head to my toes
from my heart, down deep to my soul
proudly I sass, curves and all, by mirrors glass.
reflections and satisfactions
of a full figured me!

Rain Days Figured In

the line straight, turning the globe
dark and then darker colors passing by
the vivid stream, covering the sun from her
indecency

the day a dank, gray stare
through the glass left over from the last
hurricane

maybe I should go outside and
listen awhile

But, I am worried.  I'm goddamn sick
the rain is costing me 
money

Premium Member I Thought I Had It All Figured Out

and all of a sudden
time stood still
as if to laugh at me



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

Submitted on April 11, 2023 for contest SIMPLY POETRY 2 sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS  -  RANKED 8TH


I Figured It Out

It's kind of like when a dog mindlessly chases a car down the street.
Perhaps it's pure instinct, or a childish need.
Gas is to engine,
as honey is to bee.
Instincts exists inside the mind,
from doubts to beliefs.

A blink of an eye,
the jerk of a knee,
beat of the heart,
a cough or a sneeze.

When a mother and child's eyes finally meet,
love is created between two human beings.

From that moment on,
We start searching for bonds,
family, and friends,
to true love and beyond.

Moments are made,
some forgotten,
some lost.
The best ones are relived,
through stories and song.

Do we know what to expect?
From our birth to our deaths?
The past is our future,
Life's just a mess.

Premium Member See If You Have Me Figured Out

AUTISTIC

You want me to figure you out...
Well, I ask you, did you yourself?
Have you figured out YOU?
I am still young, I know, and I can
Analyze inanimate objects
Write blogposts, essays and poems
Occupy myself endlessly with a 
twirling thing catching sunlight.
But figuring someone out is not
one of my strong characteristics.

I am an autist.
We are notoriously bad at that!
Let me tell you one thing though:
This question of yours?
My psychiatrist would probably say
that:
a) you like people to look into your soul or
b) you're incredibly unaware of yourself or
c) you seek confirmation on a hunch.
But then again, as I already said,

I am an autist.
I am notoriously bad figuring someone out.
I am a very lovable autist though!
Peace out.

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8th place in contest: See if you have me figured out.
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux.
October 28, 2016

Figured It Out

You're a metaphor
      Unfamiliar, expressing 
               Familiarity!


5/11/13
Contest: Russell Sivey's - 5 Minute Challenge
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.


Figured Out

Contest for Richard Lamoureux

What does this man mean to me?
A face in the world I will never see.

We are probably alike,
we might even hit it off.
He's got eclectic taste and no condescending scoff.
No judgement in his eyes 
but wonder in his soul
looking for poetic alms donated in his bowl.

Is he passionate, free of sin?
what percolates in his mind within?
I don't think a thousand poems could give you a glimpse
of the depth of thought this stranger thinks.
 
You are not a person who easily fatigues,
and for many who meet you
posses great intrigue.
Maybe you don't recognize as much in yourself
and that's why you ask everyone else.

You command language,
have a strategist mind, 
observe how pieces fit together,
you can be humorous and kind.

You know who you are, 
but maybe there is a doubt
and that's why, try as we may,
will anyone truly figure you out?

My Full-Figured Girl

I did marry a full-figured girl
with sweet luscious red lips,
and, oh yeah, the right sized hips


 I so enjoy her blonde curl
and she stands out in room
 I sure love her perfume


She often whispers in my ear,
and I  like it when 
she'll bring me a beer

what a honey, what a dear


She has fun when she winks at me,
and she  loves making me blush
just  blow those kisses from my chair,
she'll jump to catch them in the air

and she'll jump on me
and tickle til I scream


Now, all is peachy as long as  
         I don't , you know,
 get all  up in her milkshake
    You know what I mean


 Yet , I just love to say she's my wife;
 she's the very best friend in my life.


McCuen Copyright September 2008
© Mc Mc  Create an image from this poem.

Eventually Even Stupid I Figured Thus Out

Eventually i

As naive

/

Stupid as i is

Exposed and solved the clues

Not that they we're in fact

In any way well hidden

Or disguised

My personality lends
itself to being used

I am simply as i appear
to other's

Of use to picking up those
around

In need of such a sap as i

Only to find at later date

When i myself so to indeed

Find myself indeed

Of that which i have been
countless times called upon
to provide

Find myself with only myself
for company

Funny but how predictable
is that

As only i have myself to blame

Yet but cannot stop

Because just maybe

It's the only thing i have got

To offer to this world

I Finally Figured It Out

I have finally figured out,
Why wisdom mostly comes with age.

As we get older, most of us spend more time,
Sitting on the throne,
And for most of us,
That is where we do our best thinking,
And philosophizing.

I wonder if King Charles will become more wise,
Now he has an even nicer throne to sit on.

Premium Member I Figured Out What The MockingBirds Are Mocking

I Figured Out What The MockingBirds Are Mocking

The JayBirds.

And Boy Are They Pissed.

-Gray

05-21-2025

All Figured Out

Sun angles in on the room just so
There's a strip of light on the floor for my dog
Sirens outside if you pay attention
AC doing its best
Nothing in the fridge
But condiments and expired takeout
No money to shop for food
Finish my book
Stare at the wall
Is this what it's all about
I must be missing something
I was born without hunger
Watch other people 
They seem so fake
Like a bad sitcom
Is anyone happy
Is anyone sane
The dog licks his ass and falls asleep
He's got it all figured out

What We Figured Out

One can travel, many places, and step foot, no where,
right there, in the being, of one's mind, heart, and soul.
Amongst the depths, from the experiences, once lived,
that made us, either heart broken, or extremely whole.

Our strength is gained, along every turn, upon the road,
realizing regardless, of all, that's been, your never  free.
Molded, and shaped, are you, into the person, you become,
taking in, the outcome, of what you, soon see, and  be.

Then past on, in our old age, is our journey,
to the young, whom are now, onto their route.
Hoping and praying that through, what, we been,
they don't have to deal with, what we  figured out.

Premium Member Figured Out the Answer

I am a writer
I decided the day after
I got my hair
cut.

So that's what I do now
Eschew and eschew.  Wow,
Can somebody tell me how
to stay right here in the now

and not be distracted
by bills and high taxes
and grandmother needing her hair done
while grandpa plays golf?

It can piss me off.

But I've familiarity with hardship and strife
methinks where I wanna be I'll need a wife!

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dedicated to Mary Clare

Ive figured it out

I want to call it, Shaking the Baby 
If I ever get the smarts, it’ll be tasty 
Stupid I know not worth anything 
Besides the slander and pain 
How about a May Day 
911 calls are busy in action 
These communities dividing into faction 
Is simply a distraction 
I can count how many times I’ve broken the law
Lie cheat and steal, meth has no sex appeal 
I can tell you a story, but is it really your worry 
I don’t even think humanity cares about marshmallow bear 
Who cares what that means 
It’s my Poetry, it’s my expensiveness 
That matches your abjectness
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